Her breath was coming in starts again, shuddering against her skeleton and knocking her joints to shiver as he lifted her chin with his paw. Is this what he wanted? By the fire in his eyes looking over her, the answer was a resounding yes.

He brought his muzzle down next to her cheek and the fire sparked within her, fueling a fire growing within to push back. She tried to stop the moan from escaping her throat but she couldn't help the rumble in her chest as he set his teeth to her skin. A nip, a release. His whispered permission to fight him, to push him back. He pushed her and she was fighting herself not to give in, but to make her paws move. She loved him. She loved him. She couldn't hurt him, he wanted this. She wanted to try. She wanted to see what she could do. He commanded her again, his teeth grazed over her skin. She leaned into him. At his third command, she finally had a plan to execute.

He ducked under his armpit out to his side immediately, then leaped as best she could toward his shoulder, attempting to use his elbow spur as a ladder to his scruff, where she could grasp his ear with her teeth and hopefully drag him down to the ground.

"Speech"

A husky laugh left him as the little wolf ducked under his towering forearm. Her execution was impressive for a wolf that didn’t know how to fight. Moving out of the obstacle of his body, and leaping for his throat. Her teeth latched on and a hearty rumble escaped him.

Instead of being pulled down by her weight, he pushed up, pulling her off the ground until she was forced upwards. Her vulnerable belly exposed. He launched himself forward back legs pushing hard against the earth as he ducked down, and grabbed at her belly. He clamped his jaws down, not enough to break skin, though she’d feel his elongated fangs brushing against her skin. He attempted to continue his momentum forward, so he could knock her onto her back, with him above her.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

She was lifted up, Up! Her paws off the ground she scrambled into him to keep herself from falling. She clung now with her teeth from fear. Then she felt his teeth sink into the vulnerable flesh of her belly exposed. The shock of the sensation released her grip as her body seized up and her mind absconded to the nether with all her thoughts and plans.

She fell back, a soft oomph from her lips as she was startled back into the present.

Her breath hitched as she felt him on her tight belly. His teeth seared into her skin as she flushed at the contact. He had won with just one profound move. She had a lot to learn. She tried to gather her back legs up to push him away but the way he held her fast below him hindered her movements and her breath.
"Mercy..." She breathed a hushed plea into his dark ear. An aching gasp would reach his ears when he let go followed by a whimper. Would he claim her now and here? Lift her up and carry her away or shall they continue her lessons?

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

Basilisk gave another husky laugh, enjoying every moment with Ignita. He could scent her need, and knew she felt the same fire that stoked his belly. He would never have his full of her. “Mercy….?” he breathed into her fur, kissing her belly in little trails. Parting the fur and touching his nose and lips to the vulnerable skiing beneath. “Mercy, is it?” he teased, moving his body a little further over her. He tucked her legs between his back legs, and arched his belly down onto her as he raised his head back to her face.

He kissed her ears, her throat. “Mercy little bird? I’m fresh out.” He teased, scraping the back of his teeth down her cheek fur. His movements had been slow up until then, but moving suddenly, he scooped his paws under her, pulling her up suddenly and into his belly as he flopped down on the ground hard onto his back. Pulling her onto his belly and letting her flop lightly on the protective surface of his skin. His eyes laughed at her. “Meditation or den?”

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

Her chest heaved at every gentle kiss. The first time they were in full view of anyone who cared to look. "Bas..." She whimpered, squirming beneath him, giggling at every other breath. His whiskers and his nose tickled the sensitive vulnerable pale skin.

He had well and truly pinned her to the dark sand of the cove. Will they ever get anything done... She couldn't help the hushed rumble her as he kissed her throat. Fresh out of mercy, oh no whatever shall they do.

Suddenly she let out a laugh as he easily lifted her to sit on his belly, she shook her head as she steadied herself over him, sitting pretty as his breath rose and fell and she balanced herself over it.

"You win and you still--" She balanced with a giggle and shook her head, "-and you still give ME the choice!" She huffed playfully, "How am I supposed to get any lessons done and practice them if you keep trying to get me pregnant before we've even announced it officially!" Surely there was only so much a tea could do when they couldn't keep their paws off each other.
"I don't think I'll gain anyone's respect if it looks like I fucked my way to consort." She said with lighthearted daggers in her eyes and a half hearted cuff at his chest. He certainly wasn't making it easy.

"Ignita"

The both of them were breathless from laughter and lust. Or was it love? He narrowed his eyes at her, pulling in his laughter with a huff of effort. “Your right” he growled. It was hard to look menacing when she was sitting on his stomach. He grabbed her and rolled them again. He liked to do that, she moved so easily, and she was so small that he had no trouble cushioning her movements. “I should take you as I want, when I want.” He agreed, looking down at her in the sand. They were both coated now in a misting of fine black granules. There was enough heat in his voice and his eyes that it was difficult to tell if that was a tease or truth.

He lowered his head, tickling her stomach with his nose. “I should fill… right here?” he said, pressing his muzzle lightly against the spot where puppies would one day be. He grinned at her. They were trying to be patient. Truly. But it did seem like she would end up pregnant earlier than planned at the rate they were going. He lowered his muzzle, dragging it slowly across the skin of her belly. “Or… should I fill here?” he suggested, brushing his tongue against her sweet spot. He laughed at her words, his tongue moving with the motion. “Wait, you didn’t fuck your way to the top?” He teased her, lifting his tongue away to open his maw in silent laughter at her.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

"Ooop!" She exclaimed with a contented laugh as he growled and rolled them over again.
"Oh really now..." her soft husky reply, looking back up at him, "Wherever you want?" She asked, while she reached up and tugged a lock of fur that lined his jawline.

She erupted in a cascade of delightful giggles as he tickled her and pressed the soft valley he teased he would fill one day. Her tail curled over her softest region as he skimmed her skin to reach it. He deftly swept her fluffy tail away as he descended upon her and she nearly shrieked and wriggled as he took it. Here! Out here! On the sands of all places!

She pushed her foot against his shoulder, this time not to brace herself but to teasingly push herself away from him. "You know what I mean!" She told him, her voice high and light with laughter. She attempted to twist away from him, her claws sinking into the sand. Maybe she can't fight him well but she can certainly try to run! With a squeal of delight, she attempted her escape toward the northern warrens. Have him try to catch her!


"Speech"

Absolute happiness was standing over Ignita and hearing her laughter. “Absolutely wherever I want. On the sands. In front of the Obelisk.” his grin grew more wicked. “In the med clinic. Center of the market…” Nowhere was safe. His expression was wicked and teasing.

His eyes glittered when she pushed herself away from him. Her teasing defiance only spurred him on. Not wanting to damage her thinner limbs, he let her push him. Let her have a false sense of victory. It would only make her defeat taste all the sweeter.

Before he could pull her back to him, she was suddenly off. Spurred across the shifting sands. “If you're going to run, you better be prepared for me to catch you!” He warned her as he took off after her, long limbs swallowing the distance. He wasn’t going to let his favourite prey escape.

OOC: Roll in user-rolls for the race? ;)

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

She was off with a resounding "Hah!" That echoed back to him over the waves. She slipped through his paws!

Her golden and ginger striped paws took off over the sands. She knew how to run in sand, born in it. She knew how it shifted and sank and how to pull her limbs over it like a slippery snake. She glided over the black sands, not letting her paws sink as her legs pulled and pushed with a quickness he hadn't seen of her yet.

She found the dry ground of the Col and skittered into the first warren. Easily ricocheting off the walls and passing by wolves with a delighted laugh, high on her passing victory. She passed the entry to the clinic, she passed another den, she knew he'd be on her tail.

She dove down a corridor and weaved through the warren like a rabbit that knew it well. She had spent some time making sure she could memorize every nook and crany and secret passage. Keeping herself busy while the warriors had been gone on their raid.

If the pack didn't know their relationship before... They surely would see it now, the rumors would spark for sure.

She made for the farthest exit that would lead back out to the Col, and it would be a straight shot to First Light Point.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

Basilisk chased her along the beach, but his heavy body impacted the shifting sands too readily. Her lighter form raced along it as if she was made of air. He stalked her through the warrens, sending his bird ahead to warn him of the direction she would pick when she hit the Col. He picked up the trail along the path to First Light Point. Weaving up the mountain after her. Knowing the catch would be all the sweeter for the effort of the chase. 


He found her form just moving over the top of the point and he slunk into the shadows, moving around. “Heeeere little Bird, little Bird.” He called out to her.

Ignita glanced behind her and saw his falcon alerting him of her movements. She narrowed her eyes as she thought about how to escape such a fast little bird.
She burst out of the warrens, panting but not easily fatigued. She had endurance and had months now of keeping up with him at a rushed pace.

Let's see if he can keep up with her.
Oop! She didn't realize how close he was! He called out to her, calling her little bird again, it made her heart flutter.

She pushed her paws to continue up the path to the peak of First Light Point. She glanced around quickly. She couldn't find a place to hide! The observatory would be an obvious place! Too obvious! Her hesitance made her paws skip and dance, one way then another. She heard him just behind her! She leaped away with a squeal!

"Speech"

Basilisk stalked after, steady and sure of himself. There was nowhere she could hide where he wouldn't find her. He saw the way her paws danced, uncertain. Slowing her down. He grinned, coiling his muscles so he could do one last sprint, bursting across the Col with speed before he leaped. Catching Ignita in his paws and rolling. Coiling himself around her to cushion the blow as he drove her into the snowy earth.


“Mine.” He snarled into her ear, possessive, controlling, loving. He pulled her tightly against his chest, wrapping his forelegs and hindlegs around her. She had no room left to wiggle. “Mine, Mine, Mine.” He said, highlighting each word with a ticklish kiss to her neck. “There's no escape for you, Little love.” He warned her, keeping his hold over her. “and you remember what i said. Anywhere. I. Want.” That would be her only warning before he turned her over, pressing her back lightly into the snow. He looked down at her for a moment. Marvelling, admiring, before he drove into her. Claiming her.

Her squeal turned into exuberant laughter as he caught her. She smiled with a scrunch in her nose as they landed, he perfectly protected her as they rolled. She playfully grasped his arm with her teeth, a little pressure and a giggle as he snarled his possession of her. She giggled until she was breathless under each kiss along her neck. She pushed against him, trying to fight his powerful limbs around her. Wriggled and slithered even as he told her there was no escape.

She gasped as he reminded her. Here? Weren't there guards on patrol? She had no time to think more, she thought perhaps he would hoist her into the air and drag her into the observatory at least! He flipped her and pressed her back into the snow and for a moment she thought he'd do just that, but no!

"BAS!" Unrestrained and surprised she called out his name, she gasped as she was assailed, the sounds desperate and pleading! She couldn't help but moan her pleasure aloud! She gasped and sighed as he claimed her, laughed, and groaned as he took her. She writhed beneath him and gave him a sweet little cry then a low rough guttural plea. It was harsh and hard and she wanted more! Her chest heaved as she grew louder.

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

The Warlord gasped with pleasure, leaning into her and wanting more. Everything about her drew him in… he thrust again, before pausing. He gave a wicked chuckle. With her sounds, her writhing warm joy, he almost didn't want to stop. But he was in control, of himself and of her. He pulled himself free, and left her hanging. He kissed her cheek, a warning in the glint of his eyes. “You want more?” He whispered breathlessly in her ear. He did, he did so badly. He wanted to claim her again and again. Instead he pulled himself off her and onto his paws.


“You want it? Catch me.” He dared her, and launched himself forward and away, leaping around to the quieter and more obscured edges or the Col. Would she give chase?

Her face contorted with confusion, he left her hung up to dry! Her hips clenched with maddening carnal need and she reached to grab at his fur as he leaned down to kiss her, she was panting searching for his lips. Ah! The cur! The mongrel!

"You!" She rasped after him, laughing as he leaped away. Scrambling to her feet she lunged over the path after him, attempting to swipe at his tail.

She followed him closely as he ran! Her paws thrummed on the earth as her heart beat against her chest until her breath nearly ached as much as her need for him. Where was he leading them?

"Speech"

Her maddened exclamation made all the effort worth it. He loved to tease her. He raced along the Point, knowing she wasn’t far behind him. He moved through the line of trees, away from the trail, and the glass house, and the guard post where new wolves might be turning up any moment. Into a quiet, secluded part of the mountain top.

He started to slow, giving her a chance to catch him. What would she do, given the chance? Would she take what she wanted? He glanced back at her, his face curious and teasing. He wanted to see what she would do, when she was offered something and it was taken.

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

He didn't have to wait long, the secluded mountaintop emboldened her. She noticed him slow up ahead, she had fallen behind some ways, panting with exertion. As she noticed him slow, her pace quickened along with her need. Just as he turned about to face her, she launched herself at him to bowl him over. Burying her face into his neck, then seeking his maw to kiss and kiss and kiss fervently, frenzied and feverish.

Her tail wagged as she kissed down his neck, frantically nipping at his fur. She was possessed, obsessed, and ablaze with lust. Down his chest, her kisses went, the soft belly exposed for her. As she caught her breath she slowed, her breaths came in gasps and starts, and now they deepened. Her golden eyes looked up from where she was about to descend. A teasing question, would he allow her to do as he had done for her?

With her tongue, she traced down the valley of his chest to his soft lower stomach. She traced the outline of him. With a glint in her eyes, she gently ran the front of her teeth against him then her tongue. She giggled as she tasted him, then tasted him again. She gingerly released him and forged a way with her kisses and tasting back up to his neck, right up to his jawline.

She relished every sound he made, it made her ravenous. Her eyes drank in every inch of his face as she shifted her hips to tease him. Rolling them just to graze over him and torture him just a little more.

"Speech"

When he felt her collide with him, he let her knock him over, falling with her until she was on top of him. She buried him in kisses, frenzied at being denied. Her clear desire heated him right back up again, and he was panting, kissing her neck, her shoulder, whatever parts of her he could reach as she attacked him with her own affection.

He met her gaze as she stared boldly at him, and there was a challenge in his blue eyes. One she took as her tongue traced down his stomach. He let out a long, deep groan as he felt her tongue against his fur. Moving further down, down, until she touched the part that hungered just for her. His eyes were heavy with lust as he looked at her, until she was over him and he closed his eyes, making a noise of need.

She made her way slowly back up his stomach, and by the time she made her way back to his face he was mad with his lust. Her teasing, rolling body only incited him more. He grabbed at her neck with his teeth. Holding her to him as he rolled them over again. Pressing her against the ground beneath them. He kept his teeth in her coat, panting, groaning, as he lowered himself into her and finished what they had started. When he was done, he rolled over beside her, panting, chest heaving. Sated, if only for the moment. He turned a little towards her, and pushed his nose gently against his belly. “Do you think we filled it yet?” he asked, voice slightly teasing Did you drink the tea? Are we ready for something more?

"Basilisk" || "Iggy"

As the Warlord grasped his Little Bird with his teeth on her neck she responded with a breathy moan, clinging to him as he rolled them over once again. A soft oof as she was pressed into the ground and moved with him as he sated their hunger and thirst within her. She was panting and nearly howling with her love for him.

She panted with him as he lay next to her. Quietly she giggled and batted at his head as he asked if she was filled yet while touching her belly.
"I hardly think so." She laughed. With a sigh, she rolled over on her tummy and crawled ever closer to him. Ignita buried her face into his fur and gathered more more more of his scent.

"Do you want me to stop taking the tea? Then why would I need these tests if you intend to make me heavy with your seed anyway?" She asked, laying her head on his arm and looking into his eyes.

"Ignita"

Basilisk may enter her threads without warning.

He gave a content sigh as Ignita turned into him and curled up at her side. He kissed her crown, feeling sleepiness slowly drifting over him despite the chill in the air. It was softer now, the cold was already losing its strength. Spring was barely just around the corner. 


He huffed a soft laugh at her question, a glint in his eye as he looked down at her little head pillowed against him. “How about a new source of motivation? A challenge, or perhaps a race…” he started to suggest, brushing some of her fur beside her eyes with a soft paw.


His grin definitely had a tinge of melciousness to it. “Complete the three challenges before I fill you with children, or you will only be a steward and not consort when they are born. Our poor children won't be royalty…” he said with a dramatic sigh. He wasn't going to make it easy on her either, he had already proven there was nowhere she could run. “I'll cut off your supply of the tea, as well.”